Quotes About Oblivion

I relax into a black unconsciousness. I dive in, submerse, and breathe oblivion, my favorite element.

Nihil Relinquere et Nihil Vestigi. It says 'to leave nothing behind and no trace.

No need to listen for the fall. This is the world's end.

I have forgotten more of my life than I remember, and with my forgetting I have lost my being.

La storia è spesso frutto di una leggerezza. Il frutto bastardo della stupidità umana, un parto dell'obnubilazione, dell'idiozia e della pazzia. In questi casi la storia è opera di gente che non sa quello che fa, anzi che neanche lo vuole sapere, che respinge quest'eventualità con rabbia e disgusto. La vediamo precipitarsi verso la propria rovina, irretirsi da sola, annodarsi il cappio, verificare con cura che reti e cappi siano solidi, resistenti, efficaci.

After they stopped torturing him they locked him in the jail cell again and pretended they would forget him... Then, eventually, and unexpectedly, release. Into ignominy, oblivion, married life.

The terrible fatalism which had overcome me of late had taken on an even more terrible form; drowning in the disintegration of family, of both countries to which I had belonged, of everything which can sanely be called real, lost in the sorrow of my filthy unrequited love, I sought out the oblivion of - I'm making it sound too noble; no otorund phrases must be used. Baldly, then: I rode the night-streets of the city, looking for death.

This is how history moves; the obsession of one moment is relegated to the junkyard of oblivion by the next.

Everybody forgets some small things, all the time!" But if small things go, will large things be close behind?

Every one of us will be forgotten, Sophia thought but did not say, because of the tender sensibilities of men—particularly of a young man—on this point.

They were obviously headstones of graves, though the graves themselves no longer existed as either mounds or depressions; the years had leveled all. Scattered here and there, more massive blocks showed where some pompous or ambitious monument had once flung its feeble defiance at oblivion.

It was the end of the world, but you could still hit the drive-thru on your way to oblivion.

There's no more important mission, because it's folly to think that we can doom wildlife to oblivion and believe humans will be just fine. That's a world I hope to never lay eyes upon.

What matters our creative endless toil, When at a snatch, oblivion ends the coil? 'It is by-gone' - How shall the riddle run? As good as if things never had begun, Yet circle back, existence to possess: I'd rather have eternal Emptiness.

All things of the body stream away like a river, all things of the mind are dreams and delusion; life is warfare, and a visit to a strange land; the only lasting fame is oblivion.

To die is one thing. How much worse to know that all the life that ever existed on this planet, and all it ever achieved, was to be obliterated?

But books, like people, die. They die in fires or floods or in the mouths of worms or at the whims of tyrants. If they are not safeguarded, they go out of the world. And when a book goes out of the world, the memory dies a second death.

To rescue one phrase from oblivion? It's the most exciting thing, I can't tell you: it's like digging up one end of a buried wire and realizing that it's connected to someone eighteen centuries dead.

The premier achievement of human history, they said, the triumph of memory over the obliterating forces of destruction and erasure.

Forgotten is forgiven.

As Beckett said, it's not enough to die, one has to be forgotten as well.

So many times you've given me comfort and forgetfulness.

Litany Against Fear: "I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear . . .

Je ne connaîtrai pas la peur, car la peur tue l'esprit. La peur est la petite mort qui conduit à l'oblitération totale. J'affronterai ma peur. Je lui permettrai de passer sur moi, au travers de moi. Et lorsqu'elle sera passée, je tournerai mon Å"il intérieur sur son chemin. Et là où elle sera passée, il n'y aura plus rien. Rien que moi.